Chapter 375

Review, adjust, rehearse, and review again.

History is a cycle, and so is the Spring Festival Gala.

The most tormented are the performers of language programs, so much so that the scenes of each interview by the media are exactly the same.

As if his soul was leaving his body, he kept muttering: It can be better.

As for the others, they are just busy and tired.

“Director Zhen, other singing programs are fake, recorded in advance; only the medleys of Hong Kong and Taiwan singers are sung live; isn’t this a bit of discrimination? Will it hurt them too much?”

“Emm, how is your mother?”

“Okay. But I just can’t rest every day. I have a headache about this and a headache about that. Director Zhen, why are you asking this?”

“It’s alright!” Zhen Jiecheng paused, pointing to the medley of “My Motherland” and “My Motherland and I”. “Everyone else is lip-syncing, but our compatriots from Hong Kong and Taiwan are singing live. Doesn’t this make their show the most important?”

“For this medley, only real singing can bring out the emotions!”

“So there’s no difference in treatment. It’s clearly an important task entrusted to you! Others want this treatment, but I won’t give it to them!”

“Emm, but Director Zhen, their accents.”

“What the hell?” Zhen Jiecheng’s eyes widened. “A bunch of professional singers! Professional actors! You’re talking about accents with me?”

“Did I hire a foreigner? Did I force him to learn Chinese?”

“There is still a month until New Year’s Eve. If I don’t hear the two medleys in perfect pronunciation during the final review,” Zhen Jiecheng knocked heavily on the table, “tell them! Don’t blame me for sending a message to the whole country: Chinese is profound and Mandarin is difficult to learn and understand. The lyrics of the two songs have troubled professional artists for more than a month!”

“Jiecheng!” Jiu Ye came happily with a group of young people, all of whom were professional Peking Opera practitioners, including students from the Chinese Opera Academy.

“I have brought all the people here.”

“It’s up to you who to choose!”

“How to sing and what to sing is up to you!”

“If anyone doesn’t cooperate and causes trouble, you don’t need to take time out of your busy schedule to deal with it. Just give me a call and I’ll come over and deal with them myself!”

“No, no, no, Master Jiu, you’re too polite!” Zhen Jiecheng smiled and shook his head, jokingly saying, “I’m the director! So I have the final say on how to deal with it!”

“Hahaha!” Jiu Ye laughed particularly heartily.

“Look! Look! Learn more from Master Jiu!” Zhen Jiecheng stared at Liu Yifei, but pointed at a group of Peking Opera practitioners. “They can smile like this without showing their teeth! What is skill? What does it mean to practice it to the bone? Here, this is it!”

“Teacher, this is my first cut of the film, please take a look.” Guo Fan, who had just returned from Guangdong Province, did not take a rest and came to hand in his homework as soon as possible.

The footage was of Yingge dance, including daily training, changing of costumes, and painting of facial makeup.

Although the duration is short, Zhen Jiecheng has very high requirements for the content and quality. It is used as an insert before the Yingge dance performance on the Spring Festival Gala stage, which serves a role similar to an “introduction”.

“Not bad!” Zhen Jiecheng praised after reading it.

The hard work of the training was captured, but the emphasis was not on the hard work, but on a group of young men sweating and flexing their muscles under the stern gaze of the old men. Behind the training team, a group of children followed, also hitting the short sticks in the same manner.

Painting the face, changing the costumes, the solemn feeling is captured in the photos. Either in the family temple, or in the clan ancestral hall, or in the village community.

The gods are above, and the incense is burning slowly.

The gods are not false, but ancestors with names and surnames who have shed their blood and sweat for this warm land.

They are also people!
Now they are watching the younger generations passing on the torch.

When the last stroke of the facial mask was completed, the Yingge Dance Troupe was ready.

Get ready, line up, and open the middle door.

The screen went dark.

“Teacher, after this clip is finished, it will be immediately connected to the live broadcast. The camera is facing the Yingge Dance Troupe as they prepare to begin their performance.”

“Yes, sure!” Zhen Jiecheng nodded, “Finish the editing as soon as possible, and then I’ll arrange for someone to do the soundtrack.”

“Although this segment is short, every inch of time during the Spring Festival Gala is valuable. It is too extravagant to spend this time just to play an introduction.”

“So, fill it out a little more. Write a song and sing it in the local dialect. It will blend in with the subsequent English song and dance performance and become a song and dance program.”

Zhen Jiecheng’s sudden idea came from the fact that netizens in the future used “Turn on the Sun” as the BGM to edit Yingge dance, but it was not suitable for immediate use, and the arrangement needed to be modified to adapt to the Spring Festival Gala stage.

But it doesn’t matter. There are plenty of cattle and horses, so Zhen Jiecheng doesn’t need to worry about it.

“Jie Lun!”

“Xiao Xu!”

“Work!”

“director.”

“Director Zhen.”

Time flies by with each sound.

Lao Zhao’s “be strong” has been requisitioned by Chen Peisi.

Every time I face the sunglasses, I always force myself to cheer up and cheer for everyone:

“Be strong.”

“Persist.”

“Persistence is victory!”

As for Lao Zhao, watching this scene has become his greatest psychological comfort, which is much better than antihypertensive drugs.

The more his colleagues frowned, the more Lao Zhao’s wrinkles smoothed out.

The more his old friends sighed, the more relaxed and happy Lao Zhao felt.

That’s it?

A pair of sunglasses, isn’t that enough?

I remember that I was carrying three sunglasses and I couldn’t beat them all, but I remained calm.

Where have you got to now?
Humph! Still a long way to go!

Unfortunately, the “happiness” was only for a short time. After leaving the Yangshi Queen, she was still sad, lighting up her Yang life to dispel the night, and staying up late to edit the script.

As my peers received more and more comments, the jokes in their works became more and more humorous.

Something like “The only child was questioned why he didn’t take care of his mother during her confinement period”.

Something like “wearing a mask during a blind date and speaking very little, explaining that he did so because he was not very good at talking. After being asked to take off the mask, he immediately lifted the seal.”

The former comes from crosstalk that focuses on morally sensitive topics.

Satire all kinds of self-righteous moral symbols.

The latter is a skit that focuses on the hot topics of blind dating.

It exposes the ugly aspects and distorted values ​​in the blind date market.

Laughing, getting angry and scolding are nothing more than this!
Lao Zhao felt a lot of pressure about this and wanted to make even more changes to his own script.

It was not until the final review, when the judges took off their sunglasses and gave the director a thumbs-up, and shouted the familiar “pass”, that Lao Zhao was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

“it’s over!”

“Once New Year’s Eve is over, I will be completely free!”

As his partner Song Xinxin stared in amazement, Lao Zhao, with a look of great excitement on his face, took out a glasses case from his bag, took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on.

He picked up his pipe again, grinned at the mirror, and gave himself a thumbs up.

“Is he handsome?” “Ah?” Song Xinxin was stunned, “Handsome! So handsome!”

“Yeah, I think so too!” Old Zhao raised his eyebrows in the mirror, “If Kou can wear it, so can I. It’s settled. I will wear sunglasses from now on!”

As long as I think about appearing in Benshan Media wearing sunglasses in the future, guiding my disciples’ performances and works, or working on the crew of TV series such as “Country Love” and “Liu Laogen”.

Old Zhao couldn’t help but raise the corner of his mouth.

“Jie Jie Jie~”

2012 has become the past and 2013 has quietly arrived.

“Lost in Thailand” is still holding strong in the theater market, and after receiving key treatment, it is gradually raising the box office ceiling of domestic films.

Now we have passed the 1.2 billion mark and are heading towards 1.3 billion.

An investment of 30 million was originally considered standard, but now it has become a typical example of “small investment for big returns”. The jaw-dropping return ratio has made colleagues jealous!

Zhen Jiecheng didn’t pay any attention to this and was busy rehearsing.

It was not until February 2, four days before New Year’s Eve, that I suspended my work and returned to Beijing Film Academy.

The director’s office is already crowded.

Dean Zhang Huijun, Director Tian Laodenger, and teachers from the Performance Department sat around Jing Tian. Representatives were sent from all majors, including the Photography Department, Literature Department, and Management Department.

“Come on!” Zhang Huijun patted Guo Fan on the shoulder. “Although you are a newcomer at the Berlin Film Festival, remember, you are a direct descendant of the European Big Three, including Berlin, no matter which film festival you participate in!”

“So cheer up and don’t be so reserved.”

“Be generous and don’t lose face!”

“This treatment was earned by your teachers, your seniors, and your predecessors!”

“Now, it’s your turn to defend the country for the younger students who will come after you!”

“Yes!” Guo Fan nodded solemnly.

“Even if you win an award, don’t be proud!” Director Tian said with his hands behind his back, “You should keep calm and make movies steadily.”

“You didn’t win the award. Humph! Then just focus on your creation. If you don’t show up at the Europa League, you’re embarrassing your teacher!”

“I understand!” Guo Fan nodded vigorously again.

“Bah, bah, bah! Old Tian, ​​can you say anything nice with your broken mouth?” Cui Xinqin rolled her eyes.

He turned to look at Guo Fan, his eyes full of love.

It’s not just because of his identity as Zhen Jiecheng’s student, but more because Guo Fan is Jing Tian’s senior brother.

“Come on! I’m waiting for the good news and then hang banners on campus.”

“When the time comes, Xiao Wang will bring students from the acting department to welcome you back with honor!”

“Oh, yes, yes!” Wang Jinsong responded quickly.

Hanging banners is a basic operation, but welcoming people with students is not common.

However, Guo Fan had the opportunity to enjoy this treatment, for a very simple reason: he was supposed to graduate in 12, but Zhen Jiecheng postponed his graduation for one year.

So Guo Fan is still a student at school, and “Burning Sun” is also his graduation work, or “thesis”.

To see the value of this, just look at the big eyeballs.

After years of holding back on the old problems, he finally came up with a “So Young” which is a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

What about Guo Fan?

Zhen Jiecheng certainly cannot let his students miss out on this hidden benefit, or piece of cake.

“When you get to Bolin, go visit your Uncle Wang first.”

Zhen Jiecheng didn’t hold back at all, and spoke his mind. After all, everyone in the room was his own people, and they were all birds of a feather.

Besides, who doesn’t know the “social customs” of the European Big Three? The so-called unspoken rules are already known to everyone.

“I have already made arrangements with Brother Wang. He will recommend you the judges for this year’s main competition.”

“In addition, the trend of the Berlin Film Festival in recent years is: not to promote famous masters, but to promote a group of young directors with potential.”

“This year, they are determined to keep their youth to the end. The fact that there are basically no veteran directors in the 19 films shortlisted for the main competition is a clear proof of this.”

“So, be confident!”

Zhen Jiecheng smiled and patted his apprentice on the shoulder.

“No matter what, the advantage is yours!”

“Go!”

“Okay, teacher!” Guo Fan bowed deeply. “Teacher, I will come back after attending the opening ceremony on the 9th, and fly over after I finish the Spring Festival Gala on the th.”

“Isn’t it too rushed?”

“No need to rush!” Guo Fan grinned, “Tiantian said she would help me arrange a special plane.”

Hearing this, Zhen Jiecheng looked towards Jing Tian.

What comes into view is a pair of eyes that can speak and a mouth that has already opened.

“Senior, I’ll arrange a charter flight for you later!”

“It’s not just about participating in the competition, it’s also about being the chairman of the jury for the three major competitions someday in the future!”

Guo Fan’s participation in Berlin attracted a lot of coverage, after all, he is the only Chinese-speaking candidate in the main competition unit.

Even if it is expanded to other units, there is no Chinese presence except for “The Grandmaster” in the non-competitive unit as the opening film.

Of course, I still have to go to the film festival, and I guess I will also try to get on the red carpet. Flowers bloom outside the wall, but they smell good inside the wall. This is the basic operation of the domestic entertainment industry.

Guo Fan landed at Bolin and arrived at the hotel. He slept for a while, adjusted the time difference, and then hurriedly threw himself into the tedious social interaction. Fortunately, with the help of two experienced people, Li Pingbin and Bao Dexi, he was able to cope with it properly.

Lao Bao had been around Hollywood with Li An, and although he wasn’t very familiar with the two American judges, he was always able to get to know them through his connections.

Lao Li has become a familiar face at the Europa League Three over the years. Local judge director Andreas Driessen and Iranian judge director Shirin Neshat can all get together and chat.

So the unfamiliar social interaction soon became lively.

What makes Guo Fan most proud is that he can always hear his teacher’s name even though he is in a foreign country.

The film festival director Xidit Koslik personally showed up to meet with the audience. After praising Guo Fan’s artistic attainments in “The Sun Also Rises”, he also began to praise the fact that famous teachers produce outstanding students and famous schools produce famous directors.

Let’s take a look at the relationship between the Berlin Film Festival and Chinese directors, especially the bond with Beijing Film Academy directors.

Finally, he held Guo Fan’s hand and refused to let go.

“Guo, once again, welcome to bring your work to compete for the Berlin Golden Bear!”

“Guo, I heard that you will rush back to China after attending the opening ceremony to help your teacher organize the evening party. Please be sure to help me convey a message to your teacher.”

“Zhang Yimou, Wu Ziniu, Xie Fei, Li Shaohong, Wang Xiaoshuai, Gu Changwei, Wang Quanan”

One after another, the difficult pronunciations and reversed names were quickly transformed into corresponding faces in Guo Fan’s mind.

“The continuous inheritance of Beijing Film Academy corresponds to the history of Berlin Film Festival!”

“But now, this history is missing a page and a name.”

“Guo, please tell your teacher that Bolin is waiting for him!”

“Wait? Then wait a little longer!” Zhen Jiecheng waved his hand, “I’m busy, let’s talk after I’m done.”

The last rehearsal is over!
The time has passed midnight, jumping from February 2th to 8th, New Year’s Eve!

(End of this chapter)